7 (Hartlynn)

My plan is to drive this uneasily attractive man who could be my father crazy, my plan is make him hate me to the point he’d rather send me back or kill me. The later sounds better but with as much as I’ve gone through with my father and now this, death might just be better.

“Oh and then there was this time in high school when Hilary Naples dared me to run through the halls naked” I’ve been talking none stop both out of a need to annoy and out of nervousness.

“Will you shut the fuck up” yells the guy sitting in the passenger seat as we drive to some new place in the middle of nowhere I’m presuming, the black sack they put over my head makes it so I can’t see anything but I’m guessing we’ve been driving for over an hour and the sounds of the city have long gone.

“Am I annoying you, oh I’m so not sorry”

“Boss let me shut her up” 

“No” big bird gruffly answers.

I feel cloister phobic with the hood over my head but I don’t want to give any of these guys the satisfaction of seeing me squirm. The fear is real and as much as I tell myself I’ll be alright the more I know better.

I’ve been in situations similar to this in the past, the last one almost ended my like. The doctors said that having to be put in a medically induced coma more then once can be dangerous and damaging to the brain and body but it was the only way to save my life.

You would think that with all the shit I’ve gone through I would avoid danger all together but it seems to follow me around where ever I go.

Being pulled out of my thoughts by the hood being yanked off my head I have to squint my eyes from the harsh sunlight that’s coming through the cars windows.

“Have her sent to a cell at the north end and have one of the maids take her a blanket and a change of clothes” the silver fox next to me says as he gets out of the car slamming the door behind him, he walks around to my side of the car and pulls me out after opening the door “Make sure it’s something more…. covered” he finishes.

“Wait a minute big bird why a cell I mean I might be your hostage but I think I still deserve a nice room”

“I don’t like or trust you little dove” well why the pet name if you don’t li-

“Well hello handsome” I say out load interrupting my own thoughts. The man that walks down the stairs from the front door is what my wet dreams are made of, he’s tall with light caramel skin and muscles for days. “I’ll be down in the north cells if you wanna come pay me a visit” the old guy I still don’t have no idea what his name is, tightens his grip on my arms and looks down at me.

“Put her in the room across the hall from mine and have the locks changed” he pushes me over to the guy I have come to learns named Zane.

“Well that’s much better” I say then turn to look at the hot hunk “Stop by anytime” with one final wink I’m pushed past him and up the stairs.

“Behave” Zane whispers then leads me the rest of the way and into the huge open concept grate room that leads into a huge living room with floor to ceiling windows.

Zane gives my arm a light tug and we start to walk up a grand staircase and up to the second floor, stopping three doors down he open the door to my felt and reveals a large bed in the middle of a dark gray colored room with small touches of royal blue here and there.

I walk further into the room and over to the balcony door, opening it I see that I’m facing the main entrance to the estate and the car we arrived in is being unloaded below me.

“Enjoy the fresh air Hart because in about an hour both those doors and this one will be locked. Now come with me I’ll show you where the kitchen is and give you a small tour before I have to get back to work” Zane leads the way and I’m shown the layout of the house or should I say mansion before being taken back to my room.

The door closes behind me with a click and I’m now alone to cry and let my fear out.

I did this to myself, it’s my fault that I’m here because instead of listening to my gut and leaving when I first found out the truth of what Sandra had done I stayed.

The room was nice and somewhat cozy, the attached bathroom was just as nice as the rest of the house. There’s a huge walk in shower that could fit six people with no problem and the bathtub has officially been declared my favorite place with it’s deep in floor setting and huge floor to ceiling window that over looks what in assuming is the garden to the left of the mansion, this tub will be my safe place, it will be my escape from this prison I can now call home for how ever long big bird decides to keep me as his prisoner.

Walking back into the room I start to snoop through the drawers and closet finding them all empty.

“Well get used to it Lane” I tell myself and flop backwards onto the bed sinking into its warmth and comfort.

I’m not sure how long I stayed laying there in the same position just starring at the ceiling but how ever long it was had been interrupted by the grumbling of my stomach. I haven’t eaten since I’m guessing yesterday afternoon and am now at the point where my stomach hurts from the lack of food.

Knocking on the bedroom door I call out to who ever might be there “Hello, Zane, Hunk of hotness, big bird whoever might be out there” I stay quiet for a few seconds before I try again.

“Hello” nothing.

“For fucks sake let me out I’m fucking hungry” I bang on the door harder and harder each time I yell out, only briefly meet with silence.

I give up after fifteen minutes and slide down the door completely giving up on the idea of passably getting something to eat. I am a prisoner in this house and that’s how they are going to treat me.

Getting up off the floor, finally done with my pity party, I kick my slippers off and crawl back onto the bed and get comfortable under the thick blanket falling asleep quicker then I expected to.